Bright. Pink. Suspenders

For those of you who don't know, James and I are hoping to get married some time next summer. He is one of those crazy intellectuals (I chose my terms VERY carefully) who has a million books and a million boxes of things he needs to go through and learn to get rid of.  There is not space at his mother's so he is moving his stuff in with me. Today he went through his rather substantial sock collection. In it he found these:

bright pink suspenders.

You actually can't tell just how bright they are from the picture... but they are bright. I think if I were a man, I would title a blog bright pink suspenders. As a female it would just sound weird.

I asked James how he acquired such an article, and why. He (praise God) admitted he had no idea where they came from and no intention of keeping them. Good. I was afraid this could be some strange testament to your manliness and have been given to you by your dear Aunt's nephew's fourth cousin twice removed's father in law and therefore was not to be trifled with. I can deal with getting rid of it... But who would want those? Nevermind... I shouldn't ask. 

People have crazy things. James is no exception. Among his collection of oddities (other than himself, mind you) we found a teapot of the likeness of Henry VIII (James has no idea what to do with it, I told him that I hear those make nice wedding gifts ;), a knight bust, and and about 6 or 7 laundry baskets.

"But James, I've never once heard of you using a laundry basket"

"I don't, I just acquired them through the years."  

"....sigh" 

insert appropriate "____ or bust"
comment here

I don't hate most of his stuff, but rather wonder why he has it or why he's kept it. I've seen him pack his car for trips before, never once have I seen him pack a suitcase or backpack... He has two of each. I just... don't get him. 

Combining our towels and sheets has been interesting since apparently we both have a hoarding problem with those. I think collectively we have at least a dozen sets of twin size sheets. We've decided that we're keeping our mattresses till they die so we'll probably keep many of the sheets, too. I came across this set, though. 

Not gonna lie, the thought of a little boy
curling up in these sheets makes my heart melt. 

 James loves to fish. At first I thought this was the dorkiest thing in the world for a 28 year old man to have (and it probably is)... but it's just too frikkin cute!

The apartment is *beginning* to come together for real this time. Most of the books have a home...

Okay, so, not a REAL home yet, but at least they're mostly out and on something... not taking up space in my pantry...

...which now is just being used as storage for non-book related stuff.

Reason we're made for each other #274,859,275: We're both idiots. 

James: has a jacket with TWO mousetraps latched onto it. Thinks taking mousetraps off of jacket will magically fix said jacket. Decides jacket will probably need to be thrown out. Throws jacket with multiple glue stains (from the mouse trap) onto my carpet.

Degreaser, carpet cleaner, and concentrated carpet cleaner are
no match for mousetrap glue. (Picture does not adequately show stain)

I told the landlady who bought the rug. She didn't seem too worried cause it's just a small sticky spot. I'm still ready to kill James, though. 

On the other hand I'm not so much of a genius myself.

Me: Warm day means I get to hang wet laundry on my deck to dry.I do so. Hours later I think, "I'll just let it sit overnight and get it in the morning." Next time, I'll check the forecast. 

Two days later: still moist.

That's the craziness of my day today. But the question still remains: anyone want a pair of pink suspenders?